Remembering a Great Man

First of all, my last post was done when I was up north in Michigan with my grandparents at their 100+ year old trout fishing club.  My great-great grandfather was one of the original members.  I've always been close to my grandparents, and every year I feared that the trip would be my last.  I lost my grandfather Friday morning:(  If I do ever go back up, it will never be the same.  I'm grateful for the 40 years I had with him, and that my own children are old enough to have lasting memories of such an amazing man.

As a teenager, he was the one I went to when I couldn't talk to anyone else.  I'd call my grandma and tell her I was coming over, that's all I said, but she always knew.  She'd meet me at the door and say she had some "shopping" to do.  I was his first born granddaughter, and our bond was not a secret.

I've tried twice to post in the last few days, and this is my third attempt.  I don't know how to segue into school from this.  So I'll keep this post short, always remember that your loved ones and family come first.  If you were one of the few followers I had when I started blogging, you might remember me talking about my grandpa's 90th birthday party in July.  It was a big party and we hired a jazz band to perform.  Great memories that day that we are lucky to hold on to.

This is him throwing an impressive line this past summer.  I'll miss him, but I'm happy that he could fish right up to his end, he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.  I love you grandpa, and will miss you TERRIBLY:(